After two blood-drenched decades, GWAR continues pleasing hard-core fans, slamming out thrash metal and gleefully beheading celebrity effigies in concert. But for Oderus Urungus and his mutant band of foul-mouthed space pirates (guitarists Flattus...

"All journalists and critics are ants at the picnic," Henry Rollins declares from the offices of his vanity publishing company, 2.13.61, in Los Angeles. "I'm not curious to see what you write about me. Not curious about any review about anything I...

The older Frank Black gets, the less he sounds like himself--something that probably happens to everybody at some point. But ever since Pudge let his monkey go to heaven, he flat out refuses to scream at traffic. Or at the powers that be. He's lik...